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Veteran Vernon Burke, 81, was presented a birthday card from
President and Mrs. Obama. Presenting the card is veteran Danny
Jones. Shown, from left, are: Carol and Danny Jones,
Vernon
and Billie Burke. While serving in the military in Berkley, California,
Burke was one of a few special guards selected to protect
President Harry S. Truman, a fond memory of his military days.
Photo by Martha Ackerman

A farewell reception was held Oct. 26 for Monroe County
Prosecuting Attorney L. Kent Riethmiller, who is retiring to his OhioTownship
family farm to do the things he enjoys. The reception, which was
attended by more than 100 well wishers, was held on the third
floor of the courthouse and hosted by Riethmiller’s staff and
the staff of Monroe County Common Pleas Judge Julie Selmon.

Riethmiller graduated from OhioStateUniversity’s
LawSchool
and has practiced law in
MonroeCounty since 1977. He
served as a public defender for 10 years and has been Monroe
County Prosecuting Attorney since 1996. From 1977 to 2000 he
also had a private practice. He has been
MonroeCounty’s full time prosecuting attorney
since 2001.

Riethmiller has seen a lot over the years while serving MonroeCounty.
The most horrific and serious were the murder cases but, he
said, the multiple counts of sexual abuse were the most
difficult. “It is becoming all too common,” said the prosecutor.
“Crime is on the increase and there are minimal resources to
meet that upswing. People need to understand,” he continued and
explained that the state does not house some prisoners and it
comes back to the lower level where counties are required to
provide housing. There are no treatment facilities and there are
minimal resources.

On drug abuse, the prosecutor said, “People don’t realize how
fast this has happened. The average person doesn’t know until
they have personal contact with it.” He emphasized the need for
more education in the primary grades. When those students using
drugs reach high school, they are dependent and in desperate
need of treatment. “We need a minimal treatment facility.”

He added that a lot of these drug users become high school
juvenile delinquents or felony adults. “Much of our crime is due
to or associated with drug abuse,” said Riethmiller, who noted
that the community needs to deal with this growing problem. “It
needs to be a priority,” he said.

“I feel it is time to retire,” said the prosecutor. “There are
things I want to do.” Riethmiller enjoys woodworking and making
split white oak baskets; he enjoys the farm and would like to do
some in-country traveling. His wife Joyce has a little gift
shop, “Out of the Woods,” at the family farm, where he might add
some of his baskets and woodworking. He has been demonstrating
his basket making at festivals for 12 years. Recently, he and
Joyce had a spot at the Black Walnut Festival, where Riethmiller
demonstrated his craft.

The couple has a son Jonathan, who with his wife Lauren, lives
in Columbus .

The Democratic Executive Committee will be selecting
Riethmiller’s successor, who will serve out the prosecutor’s
current term which expires January 2013

James L. Peters was appointed Nov. 1 as interim prosecutor by
the Monroe County Commissioners.

Now that the election is over, I guess things can get back to
normal. It’s kind of fun to listen to the experts tell us what
could and might happen as a result of the election outcome. Kind
of like the experts we hear while watching sports on TV.

It might be nice if those elected could remember to do what they
promised trying to win your vote. Somehow it doesn’t seem to
work out that way. Oh well, we will just have to wait and see.

Born before 1945? We were born before television, cell phones,
air conditioning, penicillin, polio shots, frozen foods,
microwaves, plastic contact lenses, frisbees, electric cars and
the pill. We were before radar, credit cards, laser beams Ipods,
ball point pens, panty hose, clothes dryers, electric blankets,
dishwashers, computers, smart boards, a roof to reflect both
heat and cold and I’m sure you can name a lot more. In addition,
we eat a lot of the food they tell us now is bad for our health.
We even used a lot of lard. They tell me the best chicken they
have eaten was deep fried in lard. We always rendered up a good
supply of lard when we butchered hogs.

We didn’t render it outside in a large kettle and wood fire as
they did at the Soakem Festival. I did get to remind myself why
I didn’t eat the kracklins when we rendered lard. Yuk!

How did we ever make it? Do you remember when there were 5&10
cent stores and you could actually buy something for a nickel or
a dime?

I’m not like someone I know. I wear house slippers around the
house. I remember too well what it felt like when I kicked a cow
when I was wearing gum boots. Things tend to jump out at me when
I walk around in my bare feet or just wearing socks. I’m all set
again. I went to Pamida and bought a pair and got the second
pair for 60 percent off.

Well, the colorful fall leaves didn’t last very long. The heavy
rain and wind took its toll. I always liked the fall of the year
with the leaves turning all colors and I didn’t even mind the
following winter season.

We have a good crop of leaves scattered on our lawn. I’ve
chopped them up a couple of times but still they come. I kind of
wish we could just burn them like we did when I was a kid. Just
another thing you don’t dare do now days I’m waiting for a
strong wind to blow the rest of my leaves to a neighbor’s yard.

The problem is we have one tree that has not shed very many of
its leaves. Does this mean we’re in for a cold winter? I think I
heard something like this some time ago. Those weather experts
just can’t wait to predict snow. I really like it when they are
wrong. It’s too early to have them yapping about snow already. I
predict snow is on the way. I just don’t know when.

Just when the political ads on TV end and everyone is happy,
I’ve heard more complaints about them than any time I can
remember. What happens? They start with Christmas ads. You just
can’t win. Then I guess we wouldn’t have all the good TV
programs if it were not for the commercials. Just grin and bear
it.

I made a little boo boo the other week and a reader called me to
task over it. I indicated it was Interstate 40 that went by Fairview when it is actually Interstate 77.
I’m not like the man that said, “I’m not always right but I’m
never wrong.”

I don’t know about you but my forgetter is working overtime now
days. If I don’t do something right away, I seem to forget what
I was going to do. For example, Esther will say, “Take out the
trash!” Unless I drop doing the important things I am doing, I
forget to take the trash out. Sometimes it works out ok as
Esther will go ahead and take out the trash. Having hearing aids
are not too bad either. I can always say, “I didn’t hear you.”
One thing I do not forget is NCIS comes on Channel 7 at 8 p.m.
on Tuesday. Reruns are on USA.

John Huffman Sr. of Jerusalem,
right, is shown with TSgt. Todd Huffman, who presented a flag,
which was flown over Afghanistan, to
his great-uncle in honor of his sacrifice and dedication to the
Colors during WWII. “Your heroism will not be forgotten.” On
April 23 the American flag was proudly flown in the skies over
Afghanistan
during a combat mission on a C-17A Globemaster III at the
request of TSgt. Huffman. Huffman is a 25-year aircraft
mechanic, serving with the 121st Air Refueling Wing,
Rickenbacker Air National Guard Base near Columbus.
Photo Submitted

He spent a tour in
Vietnam, was a coal miner,
construction worker and has been a Woodsfield Route 4 rural mail
carrier since June 1987. David Ricer was honored at a retirement
party recently, hosted by his family. It has not been by choice
that this rural carrier is retiring. His health has become his
enemy. The enemy and the warfare he faced in
Vietnam
have been destroying his health over the years. Agent Orange has
left Dave with Ischemic heart disease. He has had three strokes
and four heart attacks since 2001. “Vietnam
has haunted me my whole life,” he said.

After the first stroke, which left Ricer alone on the Lick
Skillet part of his mail route, propped against a tire for
hours until most of the crippling affects of the stroke
subsided. Did he go to an ER or a doctor or even tell his wife?
No, he finished his route and went home. But the next day,
another stroke hit him and he was rushed to the ER. “I was off a
long time,” said this postal employee.

“Dying is not bothering me,” said Ricer. “I made my peace with
Jesus in Vietnam. It’s
the people I’m leaving behind.”

Over the years, Ricer has brought joy to many children and
families. He has been their mail carrier, their therapist in
marital, personal and financial problems. He has been there for
“his family” as he calls them through thick and thin. “It’s hard
to keep your emotions out of the job. I’ll miss the people. I
could have been fired for some of the things,” said Ricer.
“Charges were filed and I was worried for a few months,” he
said. The 1991 charges were for leaving candy in the mailbox for
the children of his rural customers. The charges were finally
dropped, “but the candy in the mailboxes continued.” He has
always believed in his principles, right and wrong, before
regulations.

Candy wasn’t the only thing this mail carrier brought to the
children on his route. Ricer has served as an officer in a
number of organizations and when Christmas came, the
organizations collected toys, some of which Ricer delivered to
those children on his route who would have a better Christmas
because of this mail carrier’s caring ways.

The young boy who killed his first deer will remember him. Dave
saw him dragging the deer. The boy was so proud, noted Ricer. On
his return trip past the young man, he saw that some
out-of-state hunters were taking the boy’s deer claiming it was
theirs. The mail carrier stopped and questioned the hunters.
Dave told them he knew it was the lad’s deer. They were carrying
12 gauge shotguns, the boy, a 20 gauge. Dave dug out the slug
and showed them, telling them to leave the boy and his deer
alone. A big guy threw a punch at the mail carrier, but found
himself over the hill. It was the only time Ricer’s 35 years of
martial arts training was used on his mail route. “The boy’s
family thanked me for years,” said Ricer.

He was delivering a certified letter at a residence. As he
stepped inside waiting for the signature, he found the family
with very little heat coming from a wood stove and it was in the
dead of winter. After his route, he purchased a kerosene heater,
two containers of kerosene and a pump and took it to the family.

Over the years, Ricer delivered turkeys and hams to people on
his route. “They needed it and those people were like family.”
There were also times he gave them money. One time a customer
told him he didn’t have money for milk for his baby. Dave gave
him a twenty, but then later saw the man at the store buying
beer and cigarettes. This carrier was a trusting soul that was
disappointed that day.

While delivering to 480 mail boxes, driving 100 miles a day for
23 years, Ricer has only had three complaints. Two said he stole
their checks and one said he broke the neck of his guitar, a
guitar which was not ever delivered by the U.S. Postal System
and definitely not by Ricer. The daughter of this last man,
years later, told Dave that her father hated him for breaking
his guitar. He asked her if she hated him and she said “of
course not.”

One of the checks he was accused of stealing belonged to the
late Junior Haren. When Dave pulled up to the Haren mailbox,
Junior was sitting there and angrily accused Dave of stealing
his check. At that time, Junior’s daughter came down and told
her father that she had told him she had the check and it was in
the house. Junior pointed out his bedroom and asked the mail
carrier to bring it to him the next month. Dave did and Junior
told him he was the happiest man in the world. Three days later
Junior died.

Hundreds of miles Ricer drove over the years without an accident
until in April he was traveling a one lane gravel road. He could
see the driver coming but could not get off the road far enough
without being hit. The new truck, which was used two weeks, was
a total loss. Thank the Good Lord, Ricer was not injured.

This rural carrier is quick to say how much he appreciates the
county and state workers. “They pulled me out many times,” he
said. “Without them I couldn’t do the job in the dead of
winter.” He also noted that on the township roads, where the
manpower was not sufficient to get to all the roads swiftly, he
has made paths with his truck for some of his older customers to
follow him out.

Another time Ricer was delivering mail when he saw a man near
Laings. He was driving mowing with his tractor when it started
slipping on the hill. Ricer jumped out of the mail truck, ran up
the hill and hit the tractor full force, keeping it from rolling
over the hill. The man told him later he thought it was the Lord
who saved him until he looked back and saw Ricer running back
toward the mail truck.

And speaking of his older customers, Ricer missed his people
when they passed away. He will never forget one summer in 1995
on one road of his route he lost seven elderly people. Each
bothered him; they were his family. Death was not the only
losses he saw while doing his job, he saw people lose their
homes, their cars, their trailers, their boats. “The last couple
of years have been the worst,” he said.

“It’s been a great job,” said this retiree, “but I do not miss
the bureaucracy.”

Ricer appreciates the many who came to wish him well, but there
was much disappointment in the day. “I haven’t felt that way
since my return from Vietnam,” said
Ricer. No one from his route came to wish him a happy
retirement. Zero. He holds his fingers demonstrating an ‘0.’
“Zero,” he said again, adding, “I’ve come to the conclusion that
I have not been near as good a mailman and I thought I was. I
thought if I could say good-bye to these people and the
children, I would have closure, but not one person from the
route came.”

The children on his route are not the only ones who have fond
memories of Ricer. He volunteered as a boy’s baseball coach for
seven, eight and nine-year-olds for ten years. He had a 98-6 win
record with his teams, a record he is very proud of. Four of
those losses, he noted, were to the same pitcher, Mitch Hannahs,
who was a star pitcher for Skyvue that led the Golden Hawks to a
state tournament.

Ricer noted that he is proud of three things in his life:
coaching, his martial arts and his service to his country in Vietnam.

“This health issue has taken its toll on my family,” said this
retiree, who wants to spend more time with his wife Patricia and
their nine grandchildren, ranging from six to 23. He enjoys
fishing, hunting and looking for booby traps (a throw-back from
his Vietnam
days) with them.

“I have a lot of priceless memories,” said this veteran, coach,
coal miner, construction worker, retiree. “I’m not ready to give
up.”

Residents of the Clarington/ Hedgedale area beware. There is a
cruel and sadistic killer in the area. No, this is not a warning
for the Halloween season’s ghosts and goblins, but for the life
of your pets.

Rocky, our pet companion, was a very fun-loving dog. He loved
people, especially children, and was very entertaining to watch
running and playing with the kids or just by himself. He was
very protective of his territory and would chase stray or wild
animals from his yard without harming them.

A message to the cruel killer: “We believe that as the saying
goes - ‘What goes around comes around’ - your punishment will
come in time. We just hope you can look yourself in the mirror
every day knowing what damage you have done.

Again, residents if you love your pets as we do be aware of who
and what is lurking in the neighborhood.

Grievingly,

Bill and Carol Lollathin

Clarington

Dear Editor,

On Nov. 1, the groundbreaking of the new
WoodsfieldElementary School and Monroe
CentralHigh School, was held at
10 a.m. at the building site. It was a great day to have it.

Larry Elliott did the welcoming. Kathryn Anderson W.E.S.
principal, did the invocation. Everyone that attended did the
Pledge of Allegiance. The Monroe Central band played the “Star
Spangled Banner”. A retired soldier from the Woodsfield VFW Post
3303 gave Larry Elliott a new American flag. Then Jerry Calder,
principal of
MonroeCentralHigh
School, Jason Yoss, Scott Dierkes,
Richard Murray, Jennifer Garrison, Gary Balog and Coach Circosta,
all said a few words. The most touching speech was Coach
Circosta’s. He talked to us about this football team from a
small school that had never made it into the state playoffs. But
finally they made it. When the team got to the field a semi
pulled in behind them and on each side it said “It’s Not A Dream
Anymore”. Coach said that it’s not a dream anymore that we get
the new schools we deserve.

It was time for the Monroe Central cheerleaders to come out. But
since Coach was so caught up in the moment he decided he was
going to start the cheering off with a crowd cheer. He started
with give me a R, give me a E, give me a D, give me a S, give me
a K, give me a I, give me a N, give me a S. What’s that spell?
REDSKINS! Then he did give me a N, give me a O, give me a L,
give me a E, give me a S. What’s that spell? NOLES! After we
finished that cheer the Monroe Central cheerleaders came out.
They did the fight song while the band played the music for it.
They also did a couple crowd cheers.

After that it was time for the actual groundbreaking. There were
15 shovels but only 13 of them were used. All 13 people grabbed
their own shovel and lifted some soil up pictures were taken.
Also all of the people that held a shovel was from the Board of
Education.

The Monroe Central student council did the same as the first 13
people. right then and there was a start of a new and brighter
future! I would also like to thank everyone that voted for the
new school levy. And for all the people that are dedicating
their time and effort to build the schools.

Sincerely, a W.E.S. 6th grade student, Kari Jones

Dear Editor,

On Nov. 1, my school got to go see the groundbreaking for our
new elementary and high school buildings. first, we listened to
the marching band play the National Anthem aka the Star Spangled
Banner. then, everyone who attended the groundbreaking said the
pledge of allegiance. Once we finished saying the pledge, the
principal of
WoodsfieldElementary School, Mrs.
Anderson said a prayer. A few adults that attended the meeting
had something to say. The speech that touched me the most was
Jay Circosta’s. He talked about a football team that never could
win enough games to be able to make it to the play-offs. Then
one year that team made it to the state championship. Whenever
the team got to the championship game there was a semi with a
sign on it. The sign said “It’s not a dream anymore.” That’s
when Circosta started to tear up.

Then he said that us getting a new school is like the football
team getting to the championship. It’s not a dream for us to get
new schools, it’s reality. He told us that he was told a while
ago that we would have new schools in two years and he has
waited for 40 years for that to be true.

The cheerleaders were going to cheer next and dance to the songs
that the marching band played but he wanted to say the first
chant since he was so happy that we are finally getting new
school buildings built. The first chant spelled Redskins and the
second chant spelled Noles. Next, the cheerleaders got to dance
and cheer while the band played some songs. Once the
cheerleaders finished cheering, a man gave us the flag and asked
Larry Elliott if he would take care of it. After the flag had
been given to us, the people who said a speech, including Mrs.
Anderson, who said the prayer, grabbed a shovel. Each person dug
a little bit of dirt and started the groundbreaking.

Then people started clapping, cheering and some people even
started whistling since we finally get new schools.

Before I got back on the bus, Janet Schwall took a picture of me
with Kari Jones, Samantha Knuchel and Brooklyne Piatt. We even
got to hold a shovel in the picture.

Finally, we got on our buses to get back to school, which was
really hot and loud and crowded.

I’m excited to finally get our new schools started. I want to
thank everyone that voted yes for us to get our new schools and
also the people who are taking up their time to build our new
schools.

W.E.S. 6th grade student

Lakin Carothers

Dear Editor,

Nov. 1 was an amazing experience. We went to the groundbreaking
for our new schools. I love how people supported this. It shows
how much they care about us and our future.

Skyvue was with us, along with many parents, aunts, uncles and
grandparents.

The speech that touched me the most was Circosta’s. As he told
the story, he teared up as he talked about a football team who
had never made it to the playoffs before. When they finally made
it, there was a semi that said, “It’s not a dream anymore, it’s
reality.” What he was talking about was that if you have a
dream, you can’t give up. You have to keep trying.

If you fail, you fail. You can’t stay down. You have to get up,
dust yourself off and try again. We never gave up and now we are
getting new schools.

After all the speeches were done, we got back on the bus and
went back to our school.

Later they served punch and cookies to everyone. So, I would
just like to give a big thanks to everyone who voted yes for the
new schools. We couldn't have done it without you.

W.E.S. 6th grade student,

Madelyn P. Craig

Dear Editor,

On Nov. 1, 2010, MonroeCentralHigh School
and WoodsfieldElementary School went to the
groundbreaking for our new schools. Many people spoke but the
one that I thought was the best is when Coach Circosta talked
about a football team that had never made it to the finals. A
semi showed up for their team and displayed on it was “it’s not
a dream anymore” and this isn’t a dream for us now because we
are getting the new schools. I also saw a man hand Mr. Elliott a
flag and told him to take care of it. It was a very cold day but
I couldn’t think of a better place to be on a cold morning than
at our new school’s groundbreaking ceremony.

WES 6th Grader

Trey Duffy

Dear Editor,

On Nov. first, 2010 the groundbreaking event was held. I still
can’t believe that we might have a new school in 2012. That
seems like a long wait but I think that the time will pass by
quickly. Everyone who made this happen I want to give a personal
thank you. There were so many people there. The site is
humungous.

It was very cold but I and very many students, teachers and
construction workers thought it was worth it. The band played
the “National Anthem” and the veterans gave the American flag to
put on display at the new school.

Mrs. Kassie Anderson said a prayer. After that everyone that was
supposed to speak spoke but Mr. Jay Circosta was the one who
really made everyone realize this is no longer a dream; this is
reality. When he said it, he teared up. By then it was time for
the cheerleaders to come out but he was so caught up in the
moment he started a cheer, R-E-D-S-K-I-N-S for the elementary
school and N-O-L-E-S for the high school. Then the band played
the fight song and the war chant. After that the cleerleaders
did a cheer or two but the last cheer they got the crowd
involved by doing Senior Rah with K-12 grades.

Finally, we all got back on the busses. We got punch and cookies
when we got back from the groundbreaking.

Sincerely

Rebecca Rutter

Dear Editor,

On Nov. 1, 2010, the groundbreaking for the new MonroeCentralHigh School and Woodsfield
Elementary took place at their new location. There were over 800
students and staff members there.

I was surprised to see how big the location is. When the
ceremony began, our superintendent Larry Elliott introduced the
speakers. There were several speeches but the one I remember the
most was Jay Circosta’s speech. He talked about a small town
football team that never made it to the playoffs. One year they
made it and at the championship game a semi truck pulled into
the parking lot and on one side it said, “It’s not a dream
anymore.” He said that it reminded him of the new schools we
will have in 2012. It brought tears to his eyes.

After all of the songs, cheers and speeches were over, they
started the groundbreaking. The school board members, the
principals, contractors and Jennifer Garrison dug the first dirt
of the project with golden shovels. The Veterans of Foreign Wars
also gave Larry Elliott an American Flag to hang at the new
schools when they are finished. When it was over, we went back
to school.

WES 6th Grade Student
Samantha Kunchel

Note: Annette Mobley assigned Letters to the Editor regarding
the groundbreaking and asked if the Beacon would print them.
More to come.

Albert
“Butch” Heil, Jr.Albert “Butch” Heil, Jr., 92, 47629 SR 26, Beallsville,
died Nov. 2, 2010 at his home. He was born Dec. 26, 1917 at
Bellaire, a son of the late Albert Sr. and Lena Carman Heil.

He was a former iron worker and family meat cutter. He was also
a retired mail carrier in Bellaire. He was a member of the St.
Paul’s United Church of Christ, Woodsfield, a U.S. Army veteran
of WWII, past master of the Bellaire Lodge #438 F. & A.M.
Bellaire and a 65 year member of Monroe Lodge #189 Woodsfield,
where he served as a past chaplain and educational officer.

In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by his
wife, Eileen Elizabeth McLoud Heil on Sept. 5, 2001; two sons,
Michael Lee Heil, Philip Albert Heil; and four brothers, Henry,
Carman, Lewis and Harry Heil.

Friends were received Nov. 5 at Watters Funeral Home,
Woodsfield, where funeral and military services were held Nov.
6, with Rev. Frank Lehosky officiating. Burial followed in
OaklawnCemetery, Woodsfield.

Masonic services were held at the funeral home.

Memorial contributions may be made to the Monroe Lodge #189,
Lewisville Rd., Woodsfield, OH 43793.

Garnet
SivardGarnet Sivard, 87,
36409 Cline Lane, Graysville, went
home to be with her heavenly Father on Nov. 3, at Woodsfield
Nursing and
RehabilitationCenter, Woods-field. She
was born Oct. 14, 1923 near Rinard Mills, a daughter of the late
Mervin and Hattie Holland Gardner.

She was a homemaker and a member of the
GraysvilleUnited
MethodistChurch, where she was a
member of the Ladies Aide Society. She was also a member of the
Ladies Auxiliary of the Graysville Volunteer Fire Department and
a member of the Extension Homemakers Club.

In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by five
brothers, Wick, Willard, Hillard, Glenn, and Gail Gardner; and
two sisters, Opal Moore and Beryl Messen-heimer.

Friends were received Nov. 7 at Watters Funeral Home,
Woodsfield, where funeral services were held Nov. 8, with Rev.
Gary Fitzgerald officiating. Burial followed in
OaklawnCemetery, Woods-field.

Memorial contributions may be made to the
GraysvilleUnited
MethodistChurch, c/o Tina Loch, 38894 SR 26, Graysville,

Kathleen
Long Grubb

Kathleen Long Grubb, 83, was granted her desire to see Jesus
face to face Nov.2, 2010, following a most graceful and
courageous struggle with Mantle Cell Lymphoma - cancer won the
battle, but she won the war! Born Nov. 28, 1926, she was known
to hundreds of people throughout the world as a humble servant
of the Lord. A faithful member of FirstBaptistChurch,
Friendsville, Tenn.,
in recent years, she was formerly best known as a pastor's wife
in her roles as First Lady of Unity Baptist Church,
Maryville, Tenn.;
Berkeley Avenue (formerly Broadway)
BaptistChurch, Turlock,
Calif.; and MadisonAvenueBaptistChurch, Maryville. Whether in VacationBibleSchool, Sunday School,
Women's Missionary Union, or other church-related ministry, she
did all to the glory of God, without murmur or complaint. Her
missionary service extended to the children of
Brazil, whom she dearly loved.

Her passion of late was her FBC Friendsville Quilting Group that
meet each Tuesday to create beautiful quilts for those in need.
She also personally created quilts for her family. Her leisure
was never idle, but filled with hosting and enjoying family and
friends. Additional time was filled with poetry, puzzles,
western movies and games. She was a student of the Holy Bible
and a prayer warrior.

She is preceded in death by her parents, John Hartsell Long,
Sr., and Lorena Clemens Long (relative of Samuel Clemens [Mark
Twain] from whom is inherited a remarkable sense of humor and
keen wit); brothers, Dallas Long, Marvin Long and Paul W. Long;
sister and brother-in-law, Elnora and Henderson McClanahan;
brother-in-law, John Howard Siler; sister-in-law, Mary Ruth
Long; daughter-in-law, Darlene Lopasser Grubb.

A celebration of life was held in the Smith Trinity Chapel with
Dr. Glenn Cummings and Dr. Mark Grubb officiating. In lieu of
flowers, the family requests memorial donations to be made to:
Brazil Missions Fund at First
BaptistChurch, Friendsville, 403 North Farnum Street, Friendsville, TN37737.

Interment was in
GrandviewCemetery. Arrangements were made by Smith
Funeral and Cremation Service,
Maryville.

Ruth
S. Handschumacher

Ruth S. Handschumacher, 84, Caldwell,
passed away Nov. 3, at Summit Acres Nursing and Rehab in Caldwell. She was born Feb. 1, 1926 in Noble
County, a daughter of the late Jesse
R. and Mildred E. Nau Merry.

She was a member of St. Mary’s of the
ImmaculateConception
Church
in Fulda.
She enjoyed spending time doing craft work and visiting with
company.

She will be missed by her family of four sisters, Dorothy M.
(Omer) Schott of Beach City, Cynthia (Myron) Law of Senecaville,
Marilyn Merry of Caldwell, Barbara (Carlos) Tucker of
Sarahsville; three brothers, Richard F. (Mary Louise) Merry of
Beach City, Dale E. (Mary) Merry of Navarre, William A. (Janet)
Merry of Thurman; sister-in-law, Betty Jane Merry of Bidwell;
and many nieces, nephews, friends and loving caregivers.

In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her
husband, Carl B. Handschumacher, whom she married Jan. 19, 1957
and who passed away Nov. 12, 1986; and two brothers, James R.
and Jesse J. Merry.

Friends were received Nov. 5 at Chandler Funeral Home, Caldwell,
with a vigil service. A Mass of Christian Burial was held Nov. 6
at St. Mary’s of the Immaculate Conception Church in
Fulda, with Rev. Father Wayne Morris
serving as celebrant. Burial followed in the OliveCemetery
in Caldwell.

To send a sympathy card or leave words of comfort for the
family, please visit the funeral home’s web site at:
www.ChandlerFuneralHome.net

Amy
M. Hupp

Amy M. Hupp, 80, Woodsfield, did Nov. 6, 2010 at her home
surrounded by her loving family. She was born Dec. 24, 1929 in
Woodsfield, a daughter of the late Richard H. and Adda L.
Christman Masters.

She was a 1947 graduate of
WoodsfieldHigh School. She retired
as the secretary for the Mayor,
Village
of Woodsfield,
after 23 years of service and attended the Christian Church of
Woodsfield.

Surviving are her loving husband of 61 years, Don L. Hupp, whom
she married May 7, 1949, of the home; a son, Richard (Jaque)
Hupp of Woodsfield; a daughter, Donna (Allan) Moore of
Massillon; a son-in-law, Ty J. (Erin) Dierkes of Zanesville; Amy
leaves a lasting legacy to cherish her memory; her seven
grandchildren, Andy, Arika (Dave), Jodi, Jesse, Cody, Natasha
and J.D.; and two great-grandchildren, Brady and Luke.

In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her
daughter, Patricia Ellen Dierkes, who died Sept. 16, 2007.

Amy’s proudest achievement in life was to be called “Grandma”.
She loved and adored her grandchildren and great-grandchildren
and was such an active part of each of their lives. She will be
deeply missed.

Friends were received Nov. 9 at Bauer-Turner Funeral Home,
Woodsfield, where funeral services will be held Nov. 10 at 11
a.m., with Pastor Rodney West and Scott Chambers officiating.
Burial will take place at OaklawnCemetery,
Woodsfield.

In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to
American Cancer Society.

Dean W. Jeffers, 94, died Oct. 27, 2010 at
RiversideMethodist
Hospital,
Columbus. He was
born Sept. 7, 1916 in
MonroeCounty, a son of the late
John E. and Jessie B. Jeffers.

He began his education in a rural school in Laings. After
undergraduate and graduate studies at
OhioUniversity, he earned several honorary degrees from
Ohio Domnican, SpringfieldCollege and OhioUniversity.
He was a teacher and principal in Southeast
Ohio
rural schools for five years. He then became a surviving Marine
of the Iwo Jima campaign of WWII, earning a Purple Heart.

After his service, he began working as a claims adjuster for
Nationwide Insurance, eventually being elected president,
general chairman and CEO with 41 years of service. He was
affiliated with many boards throughout his business career and
he was proud of his many memberships, including the OSU
President’s Club, Quiet Birdmen, Alexis de Tocqueville Society (United Way) and the Horatio Alger
Association of Distinguished Americans, Inc.

He appreciated the many awards and recognitions he received
throughout Columbus and around the
world.

Surviving are a son Phillip Dean (Kelsey) Jeffers, M.D.; sister,
Nina Yoss of Woodsfield; a niece and two nephews; five
grandchildren; and six great-grandchildren.

In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by his
wife, Ruthe E. Workman Jeffers; three sisters; grandson, Chad
Jeffers; and two nieces.

Friends were received Oct. 31 at Schoedinger Northwest Chapel,
Columbus. A memorial service was held Nov. 1 at
TrinityUnitedMethodistChurch, Columbus.

Memorial contributions may be made in Dean’s name to The
OhioHealth Foundation in honor of Sharon Neenan and all oncology
and med-surge nurses at Riverside Methodist Hospital, 180 E.
Broad St., Columbus, OH 43215; or to The Wilds (memo: Dean
Jeffers), 14000 International Rd., Cumberland, OH 43732.

Condolences may be sent to www.schoedinger.com

Bonnie Anderson

Bonnie Anderson was born Sept. 15, 1927 in Pender,
Nebraska
and departed this life on Oct. 17, 2010 at Grants Pass, Ore.
at the age of 83. Except for the last 10 months and a few brief
periods spent in Ohio, she and
her husband lived the greater part of their married life in
Calif.

She was baptized into Christ on Nov. 21, 1948 at Parkersburg, W.Va.,
being a member of the Lord’s body for over 62 years. At the time
of her death, she was a member of the church at
Grants Pass, Ore.

She was united in marriage to Lorrin (Andy)
Anderson
on Sept. 7, 1946. They met during WWII. They were blessed with
64 wonderful years of married life. To this union were born four
children, Kenneth, who lives in Tokyo,
Japan, Karen of Grants Pass, Lorelei, a
resident of Rapid City,
S.D., and Ronald Dean of San Clemente, Calif.

Surviving are her husband, and children, six grandchildren and
four great-grandchildren. She was preceded in death by a
brother, William E. Meier and his wife Sharon, her father,
William G. Meier, her mother, Nellie Moore Meier and her
step-mother, Mable Baldwin Meier.

Private services were held at the Hull & Hull Mortuary, 612 NW A St., Grants Pass,
Ore. on Oct. 21. Burial followed
at the GotcherCemetery, Williams, Ore.

“And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed
are the dead that die in the Lord from henceforce; Yea, saith
the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors; and their
works do follow them.” Rev. 14:13.

Denzil Richard Brown

Denzil Richard Brown, 71, Antioch,
left this world on Nov. 3, 2010 at the
MariettaMemorial
Hospital. He was born and raised
near Mechanicsburg, Oct. 10, 1939, a son of the late Clarence
and Ina Randall Brown.

He was preceded in death by two brothers, Robert Harding of
Wooster, Ed Brown of near
Antioch, and a grandson, Rusty Carpenter
of Temperanceville.

He was a former grader operator for the Monroe County Engineers
Department where he worked for 30 years. He retired in May of
1998, upon which he became the grader operator for
PerryTownship until his
untimely death. He was a long time member of the former Circle M
Riding Club. He was a Christian by faith and attended the Moffett-FletcherMethodistChurch.

Friends were received Nov. 5 at Bauer-Turner Funeral Home,
Woodsfield, where funeral services were held Nov. 6. Burial in
AntiochCemetery.